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[It's been a while, Paradisa, but there is a light-blue space marine patrolling the halls again. Just breaking 7' with her full suit on, her right arm a robotic prosthetic that moves as fluidly as if it were flesh and blood, she can be found making her way about the interior of the castle, reading all of the nameplates and look for anyone familiar. She dictates into the journal as she does, in her thick Israeli accent]

[Kat's in her hangar, working on schematics and starting a new, large project. What this place needed was a tank. She's got the doors wide open, feel free to wander in and bother the Spartan.]

I don't know about anyone else, but as much as the nightmares were an unwanted experience forced on us against our will, it was ... refreshing, I think, to get a reminder of home; of what we're fighting for, of what's important.

York

[Even though it was just a dream, she still feels pretty guilt-ridden that she allowed York to die in her nightmare.]

I owe you a ... beer. [That's what civvies did, right?]

Noble Team

Falcon drills at 1600. Be at the hangar at 1530. I want to see just how rusty we've gotten. [Nightmares get to her? Maybe. Probably. Yes.]

[Obviously this is another test. Last time, York had said the objective here was to 'explore and survive', so she's certain there's got to be a twist, second time around.]

Catherine Beta-320 reporting for duty.

[That check-in out of the way, she's going to roam the halls, taking note of the new and old name plates and reacquainting herself with the layout. To her, it's been a couple years since she's been here.]

[[OOC: open journal, open action hallways! Broad filter; if you think this means your character, than it probably does!]]

[Kat's journal opens with a CRASH. Nope, the castle hadn't forgotten about all the components she'd previously wished for in order to make her impressive armory, a hangar, and the FALCON. One wish for breakfast as she was finishing her morning routine brought it all down on her in one fell swoop, and for someone unused to feeling at such a disadvantage she'd lost her balance directly into her desk.]

[Thanks to the castle's meddling, Kat's official first day back had been spent relaxing, and while it had been a little frustrating to not be able to jump right into things the way she would have liked, it did give her a chance to reflect on the memories she was still receiving and digging up.]

[But, now she was back on her terms, and that meant getting down to business.]

Filtered to Friends and Allies, both new and old

Status report. Now. I've got a lot of catching up to do.

/Filter

[A faint pause after that filter. She'd had certain memories, recollections of past conversations, she knew what would have happened if she had really been sent home, and just Jorge's and Six's presence here reinforces what she had at one time thought was a complete and utter lie.]

[There's a small hint of amusement amid the determination in her voice.] I guess it is true. Spartans never die.

[She'll be reacquainting herself with the castle and surrounding grounds today, patrolling in full armor. Feel free to run into her anywhere!]

[Kat's busy digging through her things, looking for the notes she knows she has for a pretty decent chariot design, when she finds someone's journal in with her stuff.]

[Except it has her name and some sort of call number on it, and it talks. Of all the strange things that had been happening lately, this was pretty high on the list.]

[A quick inspection of the thing definitely has it as some sort of communication device, and she hears some of the other campers, and while a lot of it made sense -- talk of the protest, classes, that sort of thing -- there was a fair bit that didn't. Curiostiy meant that she only paused briefly before clearing her throat and speaking into it.]